Nash Brothers Box Set - Carrie Aarons Page 0,17

“You’re looking at the man who recited five-year plans in his head rather than play NASCAR video games.”

I spoon some onto my appetizer plate and have to close my eyes after the first bite melts on my tongue. “And a central-Pennsylvania boy would be playing NASCAR games instead of Madden. This is delicious, by the way.”

Keaton nods as he chews and reaches for a glass of the red wine he’d ordered. I had the same, but I always found it a little feminine when a man ordered wine.

Honestly, I didn’t know how I felt about Keaton Nash yet. With each second, there were more things added to the pro and con sides of my mental list.

“Racing is life, around these parts. There is an old dirt track I should take you too, sometime. Anyway, didn’t you mention your love of yoga the other day? Maybe there is something with that you could pursue.”

I almost choke on a squid ring. He’d remembered that little detail? “I, uh … yeah, I do like yoga.”

“Like I said the other day, Lily at the library could help you get a class going. Might be a great thing for this town.”

“Yeah.” I nod, still stunned that he recalled the short moment when I’d professed my love for the exercise.

“So, tell me about your family, if we’re covering basics first.”

An hour later and one stop for dessert, we’ve extended the date to the local park as the stars make their appearance above. Neither of us suggested ending the night after dinner, and the date has fallen into that dreamy state where we laugh more than talk and dance around each other in the best kind of foreplay possible.

We walk around the lake with ice cream in hand, my stomach already threatening to burst but the mint chip is so good, I can’t stop.

“My God, I think I’ve died and gone to ice cream heaven.” I moan as another spoonful hits my tongue.

Beside me, Keaton clears his throat, and when I look up at him, his eyes are molten lava cake. They’re perusing my neck and décolletage lazily as he spoons another mouthful of the Oreo fudge swirl past his lips.

My cheeks burn as I look away, because I promised we wouldn’t knock boots … but we’ve been moving closer and looking longer with each lap we do around the lake in Bloomsbury Park. I have to put some distance, and some words, between us before I mount him over there on that park bench.

As I’d suspected before it had even begun, this was the best date I’d ever been on.

10

Keaton

This is the best date I’ve ever been on.

I don’t know what it is about Presley McDaniel that constantly keeps me interested … because to be honest, she is the kind of woman I stay far away from. She’s flighty and has no plans, where I’m severely type A. She’s a city girl with city tastes, except when I took her to our small-town’s best eatery, she couldn’t get enough of the food. When I ask her about her family, she tells me they aren’t really close … and I’m not sure that’s an answer I even comprehend. My family is so up in each other’s business that it’s hard to tell my brothers apart at times.

Everything about Presley is different from me, and from the girls I usually date.

And yet … I’m enamored. Every time she talks, I want to hear more. Her sarcasm is refreshing. The way she plays with her vibrant hair nervously when she talks, even though she seems like the most confident woman alive, is such a contradiction.

And the way she’s eating that ice cream, making those tiny satisfied noises in the back of her throat … it’s driving me insane. I’m pretty sure I’m looking at her as if I might swallow her whole, and I’ve fixed my dick trying to tent my pants more times than I can count.

It’s been so long since I’ve been with a woman … the poor appendage is probably considering just falling off.

I take another bite of Oreo fudge to try to cool down. “Fawn Hill has some of the best creameries in the state surrounding it. We may not have Jamba Juice, but we’ve got a hell of a ton of good ice cream.”

“Which is honestly the better thing. Who cares about diets and smoothies when you can eat this all the time?” Presley laughs, her red locks tousling in the moonlight.

I brought her